Bayonet Betty
What do you love more? Her stricnine stare, her fingertips trailing down your back like Vietcong razors…her mouth on you like rats in a POW hell-hole?
“Tell me your darkest secrets.” A richly-accented whisper. “We’ll do this the hard way.”
She’s perfected a technique with her mouth she’s dubbed “sharpening the blade.” The grindstone of her teeth sends sparks flying through you; the scintillating wetness is applied just when you are at the verge of overheating.
After she ran you through with her tongue you knew that you were her prisoner forever, a double agent in love and war.
